' 'losing yourself'
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A paucity of air clings to my lungs as I sink further into what life could be.
Wishing away, living a dream, all the while toying with time’s dominating hand.
Left, the feeling of not being right.
To be so misplaced, that you live as a reflection to others.
You hold your values like your pencil,
with the wrong hand.
Imagine you are a rare species of chameleon
A small blue butterfly
Sits on the stone
Staring at the skylight
Completely alone
She stares at the stars
So far away
Dear Raven, The naked mole-rat intentions that rashesthe film of your eyes nudges the clay whichcrumbles in a whisper, spotting a flutter,hissing into the dust I bite. Bathe under your chalky roof, sculpted fromliquor-sweet caresses that anchor yo
Dear Dumb Diary
When I need someone to talk to no one listens,
So I write in you.
The best parts of my day
And the things I can’t say
You're always there.
Just like little Junie B.
A smile on my face even when it hurts to make it happen
A ache in my heart , not knowing why it's happening
A broken mind,trying to holding on to every piece
pain and anger is the only things escaping me
I have to let go.
Your words are short and few.My time is spent waiting. Always waiting. Waiting.Years of waiting.
I have endured disappointment, sadness, loneliness.I have to let go…
Because I love you
I don't love myself.
I look to be you
in every way.
I walk like you do.
Talk like you do.
Do you see me? Do you?
I do you better than
you do you.
Because I love you
I lost myself and another too
I let you change me
Without staying true
Because I love you
I let you do
Whatever you want
I then become blue
Because I love you
No matter what I may say, I do not hate you,
I do not hate you, I love you,
And the only person I truly hate is myself
Simply because I thought you were different,
I think he don't love me
Cause he makes me suffer with her words.
Sometimes he says that I'm a bad girl.
Sometimes he says that anyone don't need to love me.
Mama says I'm beautiful
But, the pod shows me some else
Yellow and small you see
A regular chick that's me
Why can't I be the ugly duckling
Why can't I have a beak that peaks trough the wind
Low, hollow night ready to dismember
The facial expression on his face couldn't decipher.
My infatuation for him was in December.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Where am I headed?
Where have I stayed?
Where have I grown?
Where have I diminished?
Who am IIs the questionMaybe I don't knowWho am IMaybe I am youthe voice inside your brainThe sound of your penWhen you right his nameThe sound of the door when it slams
They want a story.
They want gold.
They don't even try
To understand your soul.
What is happening?
No one's listening.
What am I saying?
Wait.
They want a story.
They want gold.
They don't even try
To understand your soul.
What is happening?
No one's listening.
What am I saying?
Wait.
I felt my dreams die. Felt the tape on my mouth and hands tied, I couldn't fight to stop it. Just watch it. Everything dropped from a rope. At the drop of a dime, I lost all hope. Now telling white lies that I'll be fine, No way out of this dark a
Darkness, a Titan of uncertainties, holding reins of pain.
He whom stifles…
He whom suffocates…
He whom has not a care…
The beholder of lost hopes and of misconceptions.
He that wishes for the broken
